In an abandoned seaside town the women of the bordello wander out. Their punch-stained lips whistle whiskeyed melodies. Their limp boas leave a trail of old perfume. A cowboy, hidden in the shadow of his ten-gallon, sips sassafras soda, for which he has traveled a great mile. You make your way from the old hotel set back on the dunes, stopping first for a continental breakfast in the chandeliered ballroom. Hop on a sepia carousel. Bathe in the icy shore. Or just stroll along the crumbling boardwalk while echoes of Twizzle fill the summer air.
very seductive - haunting - conflicting in genre. A+
June 13, 2004 Subject:
This is a superlative album. Somewhere throughout, you'll find Brecht, you'll find Massive Attack, you'll find Portishead and just plain old straight up Pop. And the sweetest of Pop at that. Clever lyrics and a catchy meldoy makes Barefoot Girl *the* track on this. An absolute gem of an EP. And I'd like more please! Grab this NOW.